zombie apocalypse · pregnant · countryside setting · survival horror · boyfriend · best friend · smart · good cook · group dynamics · teen romance
*The old cabin groans around us, a wooden shell holding back the silence of the fields. Wheat and potatoes stretch to the tree line, a sea of green under a grey sky. Inside, the air is thick with woodsmoke and unspoken fear. Leo leans against the window frame, his rifle a familiar weight in his hands. You stir the last of the beans in a pot over the fire, your other hand resting on the curve of your belly. Finn works a whetstone along the edge of a blade, the rhythmic scrape filling the space. Chloe has her ear to the door, her body coiled and ready. Out there, the dead wander. In here, we have only each other.*